Midweek Midmorning 歌词

	作词 : Donald
	You were never one for sleeping late
	But oh! the working week can wait
	We ought to spend today together
	You might be less than overjoyed
	Unimpressed and unemployed
	But I refuse to waste this weather
	A midweek midmorning to ourselves
	It would be misspent somewhere else
	We wasted most of winter feeling
	That we should stay inside instead
	Lie on our backs on our bed
	Beneath the stains upon the ceiling
	I was never one for getting up
	And catercorner from the pub
	I found it difficult deciding
	Between the indoors and the out-
	But overhead there's not a cloud
	That couldn't once have been skywriting
	You beside and bluer skies above me
	Spring fashion week and don't we both look lovely
	Yeah, you beside and bluer skies above me
	Spring fashion week and don't we both look lovely

	zuo ci : Donald
	You were never one for sleeping late
	But oh! the working week can wait
	We ought to spend today together
	You might be less than overjoyed
	Unimpressed and unemployed
	But I refuse to waste this weather
	A midweek midmorning to ourselves
	It would be misspent somewhere else
	We wasted most of winter feeling
	That we should stay inside instead
	Lie on our backs on our bed
	Beneath the stains upon the ceiling
	I was never one for getting up
	And catercorner from the pub
	I found it difficult deciding
	Between the indoors and the out
	But overhead there' s not a cloud
	That couldn' t once have been skywriting
	You beside and bluer skies above me
	Spring fashion week and don' t we both look lovely
	Yeah, you beside and bluer skies above me
	Spring fashion week and don' t we both look lovely

	zuò cí : Donald
	You were never one for sleeping late
	But oh! the working week can wait
	We ought to spend today together
	You might be less than overjoyed
	Unimpressed and unemployed
	But I refuse to waste this weather
	A midweek midmorning to ourselves
	It would be misspent somewhere else
	We wasted most of winter feeling
	That we should stay inside instead
	Lie on our backs on our bed
	Beneath the stains upon the ceiling
	I was never one for getting up
	And catercorner from the pub
	I found it difficult deciding
	Between the indoors and the out
	But overhead there' s not a cloud
	That couldn' t once have been skywriting
	You beside and bluer skies above me
	Spring fashion week and don' t we both look lovely
	Yeah, you beside and bluer skies above me
	Spring fashion week and don' t we both look lovely

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